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WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual
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             Another Round

"Ein Grosse bier bitte!"
"Another round, Frauline."
"Waitress O Waitress, Come sit on my face, Eatin'
ain't cheatin', It ain't no disgrace."
"Shit, I think I'm gonna hurl..."
"Sheeeatt, we gonna get Terry laid tonight."
"C'mon, Terry, show us how you gonna use that tongue!"
"He's twenty-one tonight and we gonna get him laid. We
need a volunteer."

Terry was blushing and in the darkened disco and as
black as he was, it had to be some blush for me to be
able to tell. The waitress was looking right at him
during the little scene our buddies were making. Terry
glanced at the waitress watching him and then looked
at me embarrassment written on his face. I just rolled
my eyes. What do you expect on a Friday night with a
bunch of airmen on the town? The waitress brought more
beers and cleared off the empties. I glanced her way
and she caught my eye. I tried to apologize with my
eyes. She turned away so I had no idea if she
understood.

The guys had talked Terry into going to town to
celebrate his birthday. He had begged me to go along
to help him stay out of trouble. We had known each
other since Tech school and had our share of
misadventures together. Like the first time we drank
Flaming Hurricanes at the Airmen's Club and wound up
passed out half way back to the barracks and roused in
the morning by the Air Police. We had been tight as
brothers since the time in Tech school when we had
gone to a skating rink and two teenyboppers had picked
us up. They were going to give us a ride back to base
in a beat up Rambler. Instead, they took us to a teen
parking place overlooking the town. They both wanted
to do Terry because they had never had a black man
before. I was feeling like a third wheel until the
first girl wore out poor Terry and the other girl was
willing to settle for a white boy. I'd thanked Terry
many times since then for being black. It had become a
standing joke between us. This night I could tell
Terry wanted someone else along who might maintain a
modicum of common sense and maybe keep him out of
trouble, so I said ok. 

We'd hit a disco that catered to German teenagers and
not much older US servicemen. Within a half-hour the
rest of the guys were bombed. The German beers were
half liter each and had alcohol content between 6 and
12 percent. Down four of those like they were Coors or
Millers and you'd be shit faced. Andy took off holding
his hand over his mouth and I knew he was going to be
praying at the Porcelain Goddess.

After sufficient alcohol consumption, somebody had
come up with the idea of getting Terry laid for his
birthday. Terry was terminally shy because of a
stuttering problem and in their drunken condition they
thought, if you could call it that, getting him laid
at the local brothel was just a great idea. 

"Mi-i-k-k-e, lee-eet's get ou-ou-outta here," Terry
said. I looked at the guys. They were going strong
now. I shook my head at him. There was no way they
would let him go now. Too much alcohol in the blood
for any rational resolution.

I shook my head, "You're on your own."

Terry stood and tried to make a break for the door.
Joe noticed. "Hey, guys. Terry's heading for the
Annabella Haus. Let's go get him laid." They piled out
after him. I could see that they caught up with him at
the door. His last look was a pained expression as two
guys linked arms with him and started singing as they
headed for the brothel. I thought about going along to
try to help out but decided Terry was in no danger,
other than getting his crank greased, and I really
didn't want to go. The Annabella Haus was a Gasthaus
on the ground floor and a brothel upstairs. It was a
normal Gasthaus except for the porno movies playing to
encourage the customers to use the upstairs
facilities. Like the rest of the civilized world
brothels in Germany are legal. I think it was Saint
Augustine who said, close the brothels and you'll
destroy everything with lust. The Germans understood
that. I stayed behind. The guys didn't even notice I
stayed behind.

The waitress came up to start clearing the table. "Are
they coming back?"

"No, they're gone." I said, Thank God, under my
breath.

"How come you did not go with them?"

"I didn't want to. Uh, you saw what they were like." I
said with a tone of apology.

"Oh that is ok. Many men come in after working all
week. I understand. It is the beer. Please, it does
not bother me." She started clearing the bottles and
glasses.

"Thank you for understanding. But we are guests in
your country. I would hope we could act better."

She looked at me and the indifferent expression
disappeared replaced by one of interest. "Yes, that is
true. A guest should act well." She stopped cleaning
for a second. "How come you did not go with your
friends. They are going to the Annabella Haus, no?"

I blushed at little. "Yes. That is why I did not go
with them."

"You do not like German girls?" The slight blush
turned into a full scale burning my cheeks blush. "I
am sorry. You are blushing. It is cute you blush."

Jesus, what do you say to that? "Yes, I like German
girls. But I want a girl to like me before we..." My
voice trailed off.

She picked up the last glass. "I understand. You stay
long tonight?"

I glanced around. The dance floor was full of German
girls ignoring the Americans trying to dance with
them. I didn't see much reason to stay. "I was going
to finish my beer."

"Good. You stay." And she was off. I sipped my beer
and watched the scene. I am usually proud to be an
American. But on a night like this watching the parade
of idiots on alcohol I was a little sad to have to
associated with them.

I was on the last sip of my beer when the waitress
showed up with a full one. She set it down in front of
me. "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't order a beer."

"It is from me. Please, Prosit, enjoy." She was off
again. What the heck? I looked at the beer. Unless I
wanted to get a real buzz going I was going to have to
either leave the beer or take my time drinking it. I
was curious though. Why had she bought me a beer? It
was hard to read her. An American woman would have
smiled or said something if she had any intentions, if
you know what I mean. But Germans almost never smile.
They wonder if Americans aren't congenital idiots
because they walk around smiling so much. 

I sat and watched the scene for a while sipping the
beer. I was about half way through when the waitress
came and sat at the table. I glanced at my watch. It
was midnight. "Hello. Are you on break?'

"No, I am finished for tonight. I will go to my flat."

"Well, thanks you for the beer. I think I will head
home to."

"Do you live at the airbase?" she asked.

"Yes."

"How will you get there? The buses no longer run after
11."

"Oh. I forgot about that. I rode with my friends. I
guess I'll have to walk to the base."

"That is 30 kilometers. You can stay here. The disco
will remain open until 5. The buses run again at 7 in
the morning," she suggested.

I forgot that the disco would be open that late. Most
Americans would find it hard to believe but German
teenagers usually stay out all night on the weekends.
I used to say the drinking age in Germany was tall
enough to get the money on the bar. Maybe not quite
true but not much different either.

I'd still have to kill a couple hours after having
been awake all night. 30 kilometers is quite a hike.
Great choices. "Maybe I'll go sleep in the park," I
laughed.

"No. You should not do this. Please. If you do not
mind this, you could sleep in my flat. I have a, what
do you say, divan."

"Couch."

"Yes, zo. A couch you could sleep on." 

I tried to read her face. What was she offering? It
appeared to be just a friendly offer. I didn't think
she was 'inviting me back to her place.'  "That would
be very nice."

She stood, "Let us go." I followed her out of the
disco. It was June and unseasonably warm for Germany.
It had been close to 76 today and was still in the
sixties this late. We walked down the street and
turned off the main drag at the next block. She wasn't
walking very fast.

"I think I should introduce myself. You are being very
kind to me. My name is Mike."

She put out her hand. "My name is Gisela." I took her
hand and she gave me a real handshake. No limp wrist
for a German girl. I took the opportunity to look her
over. A cute face. Nice build. Jeans and a sweater. In
fact, if it weren't for the accent she would be like
the girl next door in any city in America.

"You are how old?" she asked.

"Twenty Three. Und du?"

She laughed at my German. "I am two year younger."

"And you work at the disco all the time?"

"No. I work only three nights. I go to the
Universitat. The Government pays for the school and my
books and they give me some money. But it is all for
the rent and some food. If I want to go out with my
friends or buy new clothes I need money. Zo I work for
that. Three nights is not zo bad."

"When I go back I will use the GI bill and finish my
college. I ran out of money so I joined the Air Force
to get the money."

She looked puzzled. "The Government does not give you
money?"

"No. Most people don't get money."

"In Germany, everyone who is accepted at Universitat
is paid to finish. I could not attend if this was not
zo. I think this is better."

"You may be right. It would be better for me," I said
laughing. "Many things in Germany are done better than
in America. But we do some things better as well."

"Zo, you think we Germans do some things better?" I
shook my head. "Ach, this is good. Zo many Americans I
meet say that everything in America is better. But
this cannot be true."

"No. America certainly isn't perfect. I have seen many
things that would be good if America was the same. We
have much we could teach each other."

"I would like to learn from you," she said looking at
me. I looked at her again trying to discern if there
was anything behind that statement. I know if an
American girl said that it would have been a double
entende. But I didn't know Germans well enough. "It is
good that you like your country but also my country.
The world is becoming small. Soon Europe will be a
country. We study this. America is our biggest
business, how to say..."

"Partner."

"Yes, is zo, partner. Some day, you and I might be
partners. Even in different countries."

"Yes, I know. It is why I volunteered to come to
Germany."

She stopped. "Here is my flat. Please, I must ask that
you do not say anything until we are in my flat. The
lady who lives here, she is very, uhm"

"Nosy?" I asked.

"How is that?"

"Always trying to know your business."

"Ach yes, nosy. Yes, she is nosy. I like this word.
Please, walk very quiet until we are in the flat."
Luckily, I was wearing my running shoes. She unlocked
the door and we went up the stairs. And up, and up.
The landlady had converted her attic into a student
loft. So we were on what would have been the fourth
floor. I looked around. There was a small kitchen with
a small table. There was a small bathroom. And that
was it. No bedroom that I could see. I got a funny
feeling in my stomach. If I was sleeping in this room,
she had to be as well. There was an old TV against the
wall, lots of books, an old upholstered chair and the
sofa.

"I must ask please do not make too much noise. The
woman, she lives right below." I sat in the chair and
pulled off my shoes. Gisela smiled. "That is good.
Would you like something to drink?"

"Sure, I'll have whatever you're having." 

She went into the kitchen and I heard a glass clink.
In a few seconds she returned with two small glasses.
"Jagermeister," she said as she handed me one. "Good
for the bed."

I held up the glass, "Prosit," and took a sip. It
burned until it hit my stomach and then the burn
slowly changed into a warm glow. She held up her glass
and downed it. Not to be out done, I downed mine and
turned to hide my face while setting the glass down.
It didn't bring tears to my eyes luckily. I turned
back. "Where will I sleep?"

She mimicked the double motion of the sofa bed folding
out, "Here."

"And you?" I asked.

"Here." She must have seen the surprise on my face.
"It is ok?"

"Well, yes. I am just surprised."

"You said you liked German girls, but you wanted them
to like you also. I also feel this way. I like you. It
is good the things you say about our two countries. I
can tell you have a good mind. You are serious about
things that are important. But you also laugh. I like
this. Zo many people I know do not laugh. I liked
walking with you. You made me feel happy. It is ok you
stay here with me?"

"It is very ok." I smiled and she returned my smile at
first shyly and then radiantly her face lighting up
from the inside.

"Here. Let us open the bed." I jumped up to help her.
She put her finger to her lips, "Quiet." We unfolded
the bed being very careful when the legs came down. As
the end legs came down I pretended to be straining
with all my might to hold them up. She laughed at my
antics. She grabbed a couple pillows from a closet and
put them on the bed.

I stood looking at her. The moment of truth. Looking
in my eyes, she reached up and started to undo her
blouse. Following suit my shirt soon hit the chair.
Her bra followed. Like most European women she didn't
shave under her arms. I found myself distracted by it.
But then her shoes and pants were coming off and I was
no longer thinking about underarm hair but that other
hair that was coming into view. I struggled out of my
jeans trying to remove my clothes while watching every
move she made. In moments we were nude. 

She stood on one side of the fold out bed and I was on
the other. We looked at each other. She pointed to my
erection and said, "I do not see you are only thinking
of sleep."

I looked down at my penis bouncing in rhythm with my
heart. "I... well..." I was struck dumb. I mean, what can
a guy possibly say at a time like that?

She caught my eyes and smiled. "This is not zo bad."
She lay on the bed and patted the blanket next to her.
"Come. You lay down." I lay down facing her. I was so
nervous I could hardly talk. I had no idea what to do.
Luckily, she took charge. "Zo, now you like German
girls?" with a twinkle in her eye.

"No, not German girls. One German girl."

She reached out and stroked my cheek. "This is very
good answer. I think is good you like one girl and do
not go to Annabella Haus." She held her hand on my
cheek and looked into my eyes. I knew she wanted me to
kiss her. I leaned forward and as our lips touched her
eyes closed. It was a soft kiss. I backed away just an
inch and stopped. Her eyes opened and when they saw my
lips so close her lips reached for mine. This time it
was a more vigorous kiss. I moved my hand around her
back and held her as we kissed. When she felt the
pressure of my hand she moved closer until our bodies
touched. I felt her breasts against my chest as our
lips sought to devour each other. Her hand went down
to my butt and pulled me to her. Our loins ground
together.

I rolled her over onto her back and then moved down
until my mouth found her breast. I licked in small
circles around it, nipping lightly as I moved. Over to
the other for the same treatment. My tongue moved up
until it touched her nipple. Around and around the
nipple and then flicking it until it was wet and
slick. I sucked it into my mouth and massaged the
nipple with my lips while sucking it. Then back over
to her other breasts for more of the same. 

Her hand was on my neck holding me to her breast. She
pulled me up and kissed me passionately our tongues
dancing together. As we kissed I let my hand trail
down across her flat belly and through her hair. Her
legs parted as my hand approached. My hand moved down
across her labia applying pressure to them. Finger on
one side and thumb on the other I rolled her lips over
her clitoris. Gisela moaned and her hand pulled me
down against her breast, where I picked up licking and
sucking.

I could feel her becoming wet as I fondled her. My
finger sank between her labia. It found her opening
and teased it. Then it moved into her. One finger slid
in her, two fingers rubbed her labia and my palm
rubbed her clitoris. Gisela humped against my hand.
She was hot and I was definitely hot. I pulled my hand
out and moved over her. She pulled my head to hers for
a wild kiss. I felt my body line up with hers and my
penis found the entrance of paradise.

I slipped into her warm embrace. She was wet and I
moved into her easily. One, two, three small strokes
and I was coated with her lubricant. I thrust forward
burying myself. She was hot and wet and tight and it
felt so incredible. My toes curled from the sensation.
It was overwhelming. One long stroke and then two
more. Virtually without warning the pressure in my
loins exploded. NO! my mind screamed. But it was
happening. I could do nothing to stop it. My hips
moved in spasmodic thrusts as my loins emptied into
Gisela's warm cavern. A few desultory strokes and I
came to rest on her not even breathing hard. There had
been no time to build up the tension.

Gisela looked surprised, "It happen zo quick."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know it was going to happen so
fast." I was embarrassed. How do you apologize for
this kind of a failure?

"Is this always fast like zo?"

"No, no... I'm sorry. It's been awhile." I said in a low
voice while looking at her chin. I couldn't look into
her eyes.

"Ach, how long?" she asked.

"A year and a half."

"This is why. Ach, yes. This is no wonder yes? You
should say this to me before, no? We could be slower."
She was moving under me. I could feel my penis moving
in her channel awash with our combined fluids. "Hmm,
you are still big. You can do this again?"

I had lost almost no hardness after the rapid
explosion. My recovery time was often minimal and
being turned on like I was the recovery time was
turning out to be less than minimal. I just hoped I
would last a little longer this time. I felt the blood
returning to my penis because of the stimulation of
her vagina moving around it. "Yes, I can do this
again." Even I was surprised at how quickly the vigor
returned to my penis. Already it felt full staff. Had
it even been a minute since the explosion?

"Oh yes. I can feel it. Yes, you are ready. Hmm. Mike,
meine liebchen. Please." She kissed me and started a
more forceful movement in her hips. Meeting her with
my own thrusts I could feel my penis had returned to a
fully aroused state. I began stroking into Gisela,
long slow strokes, which bottomed out with my pubis
against her clitoris so that each stroke supplied
direct stimulation to her sensitive bud.

Once we had established a rhythm she pulled my head
down and kissed me, another wild kiss followed by
another. I had to break it finally to get enough air
to continue. Gisela let her head fall back to the bed,
her eyes closed and her mouth open. Her breath started
to come in ragged gasps. Her hips bounced with more
urgency. I felt myself responding to her as we
gradually increased the tempo of our coupling. 

I wanted this to be special for her especially after
my quick, and embarrassing, response the first time. I
started changing the rhythm and depth of the strokes.
Teasing her with some slow shallow thrusts followed by
deep fast thrusts. I felt her rising toward her
climax. Her hands wrapped around my arms and the
fingers clung to me. I shifted to long deep strokes
and moved up so that my shaft was moving along her
clitoris on each penetration. 

"O, mein Gott im Himmel! Ja, Ja, Ja..." Gisela called
out. Her fingers dug into my arms and her legs
clutched at my ass trying to pull me deeper into her.
Her head came off the bed and I felt her bite the soft
skin of my shoulder as the spasms of her orgasm
caressed my shaft. Her hips bucked and I felt my own
climax hit. For the second time that evening I felt
the cum rushing along my organ and spending itself in
her body. But this time, the intense build up caused
the release to be profound. My muscles shuddered as
jet after jet of my bodily fluids coursed through me
and into her.

As my climax faded my body slowed and I became aware
again of the room and Gisela moving under me. Her grip
loosened and as I came to a stop her hands moved up to
my shoulders and pulled me down on top of her. She
held me tight as the last shudders wracked her body.
She stopped moving as well and her eyes opened. I held
myself up on my elbows and she smiled up at me. What a
glorious look that was. Pleasure, and satiation and
affection all mixed in that smile. After the low of my
failure, the certainty that I had pleased her
completely made me feel like a new man.

"Danke," she said.

"Danke," I responded.

She smiled and brushed her hand along my cheek as we
basked together in the afterglow. Then she noticed my
shoulder. "Oh, I am sorry." She rubbed her hand on the
bite mark but of course it didn't rub away. "I have
bite you too hard. It leave the mark."

I smiled and leaned down to kiss her. I said, "It
doesn't matter. I will be able to look in the mirror
tomorrow and remember how wonderful tonight was. I am
glad it is there."

"This is sweet. But your friends. How can you tell
them?" she asked concerned.

"Don't worry. I will take my shower early and no one
will know."

She smiled. "You will do this for me?"

"Yes, I will do this for you," I answered. She reached
up again and stroked my cheek. We lay together,
occasionally giving each other soft kisses, Gisela
stroking my chest and basking in the after glow. 

Tired, I rolled over next to her. She rolled on her
side and cuddled into my arms. We lay together talking
of the University and working at the disco and what it
was like being an American in Germany.

Eventually, we both started to yawn and Gisela turned
out the lights. I lay awake for some time captivated
by being in the same bed with a woman. I listened to
her breathing and watched her face in the soft light
from the window. She looked so beautiful to me. My
last thoughts as I drifted off to sleep were amazement
at the ways of providence. A few hours ago I had never
met her and now I was sleeping in her bed. Sweet
dreams...


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